I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 291 Game
The plane continued to fly for half an hour, but the passengers did not see the air current that the flight attendant had mentioned.

The sky outside the window was dotted with stars. Everything was normal and everyone fell asleep again.

This is a journey of nearly twenty hours, so fatigue is inevitable.

At the same time, in the cockpit of the plane, the captain, co-pilot and observer had already turned pale, especially the captain who was sitting in the main driving seat, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Fucking!! What on earth just happened!!!"

The captain finally couldn't help but burst into cursing.

"We, United Airlines, were targeted by two American F16s with missiles in American airspace?! Crazy! All crazy! How dare they do this? We are a civilian airliner. Do they want to cause a second Lockerbie air crash?"

"Whoever it is, we'll have to sue them once we land! This is ridiculous!"

The co-pilot and observer cursed loudly.

"We are just ordinary passengers on the plane. These lunatics have been hiding under the belly of our plane since Hawaii. What do they want to do? Are they high from smoking cum?"

From both a professional and safety perspective, the fighter jets followed a civilian airliner at such a close distance and turned on their fire control radars to repeatedly illuminate it.

Finally, they even locked onto the plane with missiles and hacked into the plane's communication system to make verbal threats.

This series of actions is unprecedented, but at least it will never be repeated. It is simply unbelievable.

"Okay, let the flight attendants continue to work and don't cause unnecessary panic."

The captain breathed a sigh of relief. They had just been through a close call with death. It would be a lie to say they were not scared.

At the same time, in a mansion on Whitehaven Street in Washington, a white couple hung up the phone and looked at each other in a very serious atmosphere.

Their expressions were almost stiff, without any emotion visible, even though the mansion they were in was so luxurious.

This classical-style mansion is absolutely extraordinary and is filled with all kinds of precious antiques.

It is only 3 kilometers away from the White House, close to Massachusetts Avenue, known as "Embassy Row", and covers an area of ​​5500 square feet.

This plot of land is no less impressive than the courtyard house with seven ins and outs at the foot of the imperial city of the Forbidden City.

"How dare you send someone to assassinate the person the president wants to meet?!"

"Fucking you! Are you crazy? Do you still want to run? No! If you offend the president, not to mention the election, the entire Clinton family will be buried with you."

"You kill people, sell drugs, collude with enemy countries, and participate in transnational human trade. I tolerate all of this, but now you want to offend the president?"

The man was furious. If he had not come back in time, this crazy woman would have caused a disaster.

"Is there no one on this planet that you care about?"

The man continued to refuse to give in and kept venting his anger. He had suffered too many insults from the woman in front of him who was called his wife.

This woman was too proud and too strong. Even though he had once been the president of a country, it was difficult to communicate with her in a proper way.

She has always been a favored girl, able to ruthlessly kill those dissidents. In terms of skills and character, most men can't even catch up with her.

"The president won't care about such a nobody, my former president!"

Even though the blonde woman is old, she is wearing a well-fitting blue dress and even though there are many wrinkles on her face, one can tell at a glance that she must have been a stunning beauty when she was young.

"Gatsby, a top Wall Street tycoon, has real money behind him. Three hundred million dollars is just the beginning. With him taking the lead, I can crush that real estate developer with my money in this election."

The woman seemed to have great contempt for her competitor, and her disgust was evident when she mentioned him.

"Maybe you are right. It is not worth it to offend the president for a nobody. But I must make it clear that whoever dares to mess with my financial sponsor is my enemy!" The woman's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

It's not like she hasn't committed suicide by shooting herself eight times in the back, and there was also a passenger plane crash in the waters of the United States.

What is this? Isn't it normal for a plane to crash? Anyway, Boeing's quality control has been a mess for a long time, and it is extremely unreasonable that no plane has crashed so far.

As for sending fighter jets and attacking with missiles, it can be classified as a terrorist attack. Moreover, she has seen the list of names, and those on the plane are either Chinese or Japanese. It is a good thing if some of them die, since these guys didn't vote for her anyway.

"I heard that Gatsby donated $300 million and promised to continue to help raise funds."

The man sat back on the sofa, and seemed to be calmer. Although it was too outrageous for the woman to use military force, fortunately the plane was fine now.

"Burton and his gang hired a director just to make some cheap movies to discredit you. As for expecting him to take down a billionaire, that's a joke."

After several rounds of polls, the presidential candidate in front of him is far ahead. The man does not believe that he can turn the tide by smearing and spreading rumors.

Especially since he is an unknown Chinese director.

Bolton and his men were desperate and were desperate to try any possible means.

As for the actor, director, and detective from China.
As long as the president has seen it, there is nothing special about it, so just kill him.

If you can’t handle Bolton, you can’t handle a yellow monkey?
"Mr. President, let me tell you, this move was not entirely out of venting anger."

The woman closed her eyes and carefully recalled the information about the Chinese man, but she still felt a little uneasy.

"This person's resume is too weird. A prophet? It's nothing to guess right once, but he guesses right every time. God bless you."

Not as a politician, but simply as a woman, with a woman's sixth sense, she still felt that it was the safest thing to do to kill this Chinese who came from afar, even if it involved some risks.

"General, the plane has returned and is about to land at the Hawaii Air Force Base. Report completed."

Above the ocean, two F16 fighter jets flew side by side, and the pilots looked relaxed.

Although he was an elite pilot, as a grassroots soldier, he really couldn't understand what the big shots above were thinking.

The Air Force does not want to offend the incoming president.

But they dared not disobey the command of the commander of the Pacific Theater, especially when the order came from the general himself.

What's more, as a presidential candidate, he ordered an attack on planes of his own country's airline.

From any perspective, such an order is too outrageous.

"General, may I ask who is on the plane?"

The pilot couldn't help but ask a question, and the result was as expected.

"Soldier! You just need to know that your actions just now saved hundreds of innocent lives. God bless you! The headquarters will also award you the Navy Cross, and the Air Force will give you a huge bonus."

"Don't worry, kid. Take off your uniform right after landing and start your vacation mode."

General Bolton hung up the phone, walked to the closet and picked out a fine suit.

His mission this time was to deliver the person to the president safely. It should have been an easy task, but he did not expect such an emergency to happen.

"There is something wrong with this country when it has to choose between a madman and a fool."

General Bolton adjusted his shirt collar and shook his head, trying to get rid of all the inappropriate thoughts in his mind.

The president will not make mistakes. The organization has the smartest brains in the world, and they will not make mistakes either.
(End of this chapter)